The images from today flash through my mind. The phone call. The florist. The hospital, white as a cloud, the only thing standing out; the red roses. The bed, his pale face. The numbness. The thoughts, once the numbness had started to fade. Was this goodbye forever?
YOU ARE READING
Red Roses
General FictionRose struggles with being the middle child, and being suddenly forced into the spotlight after having felt left out all her life as her siblings struggle with themselves.
